Big Girl Bed

Yes, she is nearly three, but she is not a climber at all, so we've just kept her in her crib! We finally broke down and got her a toddler bed (OK, Nana bought it for her) and we just set it up. We'll see how it goes tonight!

I was just rear-ended (and not in a good way)!

We are fine, but SO annoyed! My mom and K were in the car, and K is upset that the car got "bumps" and now has to go to the doctor.

We were sitting at a red light waiting to turn right, and a Tahoe hit us from behind! My car has several dents up the middle of the back door. No air bags deployed. The Tahoe looks like its grill is now a little off-kilter, but it's hard to tell.

I spent the afternoon on the phone with insurance companies, but it should be a pretty clean-cut case. I'm just thankful we are all OK, but what a pain!

Happy Easter!

Interview

I asked K a few questions last night, and thought some of these were funny.

Favorite song: Twinkle Twinkle
TV show: Max & Ruby
Letter: K
Number: 6 & 7
Shape: oval
Animal: giraffe
Food: yogurt
Drink: Coke (!)
Thing to do outside: Put on my puppy shoes
And then?: go down a slide

Bigotry or Common Sense?

When I was younger, and we saw a man walking alongside the road, my mother would instinctively lock the door. In all my adolescent smugness, I would silently wonder why she did that. What had that person done to her? Was she locking the doors because the person was another race? Because he was a man? Aren't we supposed to love and trust one another? What kind of message was she giving us, her daughters?

Now that I'm a mother, I find myself doing the same thing. I wonder if it's just something I learned, or if it's a truly mommy-inherited fight-or-flight mechanism.

I suppose the right thing to do is lock my doors as soon as I get in the car, but I never think about it. But what kind of a message am I sending to my daughter? Only trust people that don't have to walk where they are going? All pedestrians are evil?

I hate how when we get in our cars, we feel as though we are in our own mini-fortresses, and the rest of the world is composed of idiots. If I met a person face to face, I would say hello or give them a smile. But on the road, we say or at least think things that we would never dream of saying or thinking in closer proximity. Why is that?